Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

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The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

"Well, I don't like your h--"

Victor's opinion of the bounty hunter's hat would remain tragically unknown as the blast slammed into his upper arm. He shrieked with pain as the flesh burst open, revealing a madly sparking mass of metal and cables.

Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

That was just weird and hey, guess what, the bounty hunter didn't like weird either. "You're too new," he wheezed.

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

Victor clenched his other hand over the wound, injured arm limp at his side. He was grateful he at least didn't pass out easily. "The chair's yours," he said, trying to sidle away. "Have a nice day."

From how much the other patrons weren't reacting, he was thinking nobody here was the type to help the Fandomites find a way out anyhow.